The Year of the Aftershock

2010 is turning out to be a strange year. 

Every time someone mentions a historical event, I have a full-body mini-shock over it, as if I’m being attacked with a very weak taser.  It’s weird because I was there when…whatever happened…but it’s like I’m hearing for the first time that so much time (aka my life)  has gone by.

Frank Sinatra died in 1998? THAT long ago? I did mornings at KOOL FM in 1995? FIFTEEN years ago?  That’s how it’s been going.  Is this a mid-life crisis?  Because if it is I’m either going to live to be nearly 100 or it’s late in arriving!

The capper was this week when the son of an old boyfriend kindly let me into the password-protected online photo album of his recent wedding.   The last time I saw this “lad” he was probably 8 or 9.  Now he’s 32, a professional man and, obviously, married.  As I looked at the beautiful photos, fat tears slipped down my face.  The skinny little kid of my memory, yelling the “word of the day” from Pee-Wee’s Playhouse at me on a Saturday morning, was – snap –  immediately replaced by a man I didn’t recognize. 

I believe in living in the moment and that’s what I try to do – so I’m well aware that time is passing!  But for some reason it is smacking me square in the central nervous system.  This isn’t a milestone birthday year for me.  I’m not sad about the way my life is going! So I don’t quite understand it, but regardless of my understanding, it is.